#MOBILE.

[batheir]

“well, i’m boring like that too. i prefer cafes and bakeries over bars. why not? bakeries have coffee— espresso and muffins, bars have…” taking one look around, “cigarette stench and greasy armpits.” nose scrunches slightly as she covers her nose to the irritating STENCH that makes her sinuses feel disturbed, she’d finally happily agree she’s being stuck up. “but tonight’s the exception, i needed this as a distraction.” reassuring she’s enjoying being out of her element to forget the idea of harry. right as she’s saying she needed to be out of her element ALEX is saying he’s out of his that causes her to look up in surprise . . . as if he’s reading her mind. how can they be so alike at times then completely opposite? “i guess when you said i needed to screw harry, harry needed to screw someone else.” hating it makes her re-upset at him all over again for saying that to her. “the flavor is repulsive. only people that are that desperate for a buzz actually like it.” mumbling as she’s digging around in the first aid, seeing her bow land on the table and his hand touch her face again. “hey! your fingers are cold and— my bow!” not realizing it was about to fall out. “i’m just…” shrugging one shoulder, emotions clouding her gaze as she lightly taps the cut on his lip, keeping her eyes glued there. “good to everyone, no matter what. that’s just the way i am. the way i believe.” unfortunately. but at least she has her guard up, she won’t be letting him in just because she’s showing this act of kindness now. she can still be the bigger person, without letting him in. “if i want to be a doctor, i can’t be choosy who my patients are.” raven haired girl teases, even if there’s truth to that. “that should keep it from getting infected, help cut the healing time down.” a small smile before she turns to wipe her hands on a napkin, now shifting to opening her makeup box, grimacing at what a pennywise sister’s look she does have going on. she’ll start with a makeup wipe, getting rid of the mascara down her cheeks, cleaning that up then her smeared lipstick. cleaning it all the way so she can just restart reapplying with red lip liner then filling it in with dior’s red lipstick.

alex doesn’t elaborate any further on his feelings,  but doesn’t completely barricade his heart either this time.   they’ve been through hell and back together tonight.   he’s put her through hell…   he can’t keep going like this,  doesn’t have the energy for it.   a small smile breaks across his features at the explanation,  his elbow gently bumping against her side as he teases,   “and there i was,  thinking it was meant for harry’s face.”   war and peace worked wonders,  though.   over a thousand pages and hardcover?   he wouldn’t be surprised if that big nose of his was broken,  after all.   “same.   i don’t find bars particularly interesting or stimulating so i always bring a book,”   he explains shyly,  seeing helena’s reaction and how it matches his own,  and feeling a sense of togetherness once more.   there’s a faint connection rekindling,  and it frightens him in a way.   he doesn’t deserve her.   he shouldn’t be feeling like this.   “i prefer cafes and bakeries over bars and clubs.   i’m boring like that.”   it’s something sarah said to him a while back,  and he can’t help but agree —   he isn’t the life of the party.

“well,  i feel very out of my element right now.   don’t look towards the pool table.   strange things happening over there,”   he laughs softly,  for the first time since they left the ice skating rink.   a look of surprise overtaking his features when she decides to trust him and takes his hand,  lengthy fingers curling around her own,  squeezing gently,  apologetically.   their surroundings are…   eerie,  to say the least.   and there’s so much cigarette smoke in the air that alex can barely breathe without coughing,  but he smiles at helena all the same.   “the only thing that actually does look great here,  and it tastes good,  too.”   he takes another sip,  letting the sweet,  fruity beverage linger a little longer on his tongue before swallowing.   he didn’t think it could be this delicious,  not in a place that looks like a drug den.   “i always say that virgin drinks taste way better than the spiked ones.   i mean,  who genuinely likes the taste of vodka or tequila or something?   gross.”   he grimaces,  licking some of the sugar off the rim.   

by the time he sets the glass back on the bar,  half of its contents is gone,  and his eyes are focused solely on helena.   watching with sheer fascination as she rummages through her kits and offering,   “can i help you take care of that cut?”   he reaches a hesitant hand out,  tucking the strands of hair that got pulled out of her braid behind her ear.   the bow is barely hanging on and so he carefully removes and places it on the counter in front of her.   “what’s that?”   he wonders,  taken aback by her kindness,  shaking his head because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it but turning to face her at the same time.   there are tears in his eyes again,  and if she asks,  he’ll blame them on the smoke but it’s just…   these little acts of kindness make his heart beat differently.   “why are you so good to me?”   he whispers,  pouting to expose the cut to her fingers.   “you know,  this is technically the second time you’re tending to my injuries.   hopefully,  there won’t be a third.”

[soulprompts]

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

[fruitiermetrostation]

Sony Ericsson T650 (2007)

[ezaliaaaa]

Pominnie ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰💘💘💘💕💓💖💓💘💝💝💝💓💓

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[thisisrealy2kok]

Mobile ad, 2001

[ghettophatbolousblingringtones]

BlackBerry Curve 8310 (2007)

[helpingbro]

7 Ways to Break Your Phone Addiction

1. Stop charging your phone near your bed.

2. Get an actual alarm clock instead of setting the alarm on the phone.

3. Turn off your phone notifications.

4. Delete apps that are too addictive & not useful for you.

5. Set a clear intention for you're picking up your phone & put it aside as soon as you are done.

6. Try a phone- free day once a week.

7. Try going out to places nearby without your phone.

[soulrph]

this is a loving reminder that just because your character is set in a specific universe, doesn't mean they have to stay there. likewise, other people's muses might be originally based in a particular world, but that absolutely doesn't mean that they want to keep them in that world. the wonderful part of the rpc is that we actually don't need to take things so seriously! what does it matter if ted lasso woke up in the same universe as tony stark? does it really make any massive issue for us to put shrek and kaz brekker into the same thread? not at all! go wild! don't let the fictional boundaries of fictional franchises stop you from having fun! the purpose of the rpc is to have a good time with one another: we don't need to have a fully fleshed out reason for these characters to interact! we can just throw them together and see what happens! so go forth, have tons of fun, and don't let logic stand in the way of anything on this dash!

[coconutgirlsgotasurfcrush]

homscreen by addy

[karmicgold]

   ⟢   drawing my precious boy.   i am however will be taking a break.

[4lexnilsen]

holding his breath as a combination of fear and anticipation fills his chest, alex can feel shivers racing up and down his spine. pushing up onto the tips of his toes to make it easier for helena to see into the apartment, he squeezes her ankles to make sure she doesn’t lose her balance. “shoes? his shoes? oh, god. anyone else’s? come on, get down here, we’ll find a way to… helena? helena, what are you doing?” feeling a sudden shift of weight on his shoulders, alex looks up just in time to find the other pushing the creaky window up. before he can find his voice again or react in any way, staring at her shell-shocked and silently questioning whether she’s lost her mind or what, she’s already slipping out of his grasp and sliding in like a ninja. has she done this before? oh, god. “helena. helena! get back here! get back here right now. we’ll wait for him down here,” he squeaks, jumping up and down as if he could reach the windowsill that way. she doesn’t even cast him a glance, though. he quickly realizes how silly this idea is, there’s no way he can jump high enough to reach the window, and so he runs to the front door. it must be his lucky day because an elderly lady is walking out. he smiles sweetly, greets her with a hello, holds the door for her and her small dog, before walking in. there’s only a few apartments on the second floor and he quickly figures out which one belongs to harry’s friend — he thinks he can hear helena’s voice through the door. he knocks on the door, calmly at first, but then with a little more intensity. he begins to seriously worry about her. men who get caught cheating aren’t usually the kindest.

“i see…”   he refrains from rolling his eyes,  deciding to ignore the bitterness dripping from her tongue.   “well,  these things can be very useful at times.”   and creepy at others,  but he won’t say it.   he will defend his own friends until the day he dies,  but he will never play harry’s advocate.   “how long has this been going on?   i mean,  when did you install the app on his phone?”   how long has this affair been happening?   it makes him wonder if that’s why she’s so suspicious of him and the summer trip,  why she takes it so personally even though she’s not his girlfriend.   she didn’t even know sarah that well and still felt the need to tell her about him and poppy.   damn it!   now he feels bad for her.

“okay,  yeah,  the light’s on up there.”   and as they climb out of the black mustang,  a symphony of giggles and hushed voices can be heard,  pouring from that one window.   this time,  alex closes the door quietly and tiptoes over to where helena’s waiting for him,  looking both ways to make sure there’s no one else out here.   harry really is an idiot,  he thinks.   all this money and instead of going to a fancy hotel,  where no sane receptionist would grant two crazy strangers entrance to his room,  he went to his mistress’ home.   “okay,  okay…   i can do that.   dallas cowboys wanted to sign me last season for cheer captain.”   he jokes,  already crouching down so that she can sit on his shoulders.   “just don’t fall,  alright?   hold on tight.”   he doesn’t question her anymore,  just does as she says.   she weighs about as much as a feather and makes his job too easy.   strong hands gripping her thighs as he straightens up,   standing as close to the brick wall as he can.   “you good up there?   see anything?”

[soulprompts]

send in " brushing of hands " to see the receiver's reaction to the sender gently and purposefully brushing their hand against the receiver's (not actually holding it, but sending clear signals that they would like to!)

[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC P6300 Panda

[fisherrprince]

[thisisrealy2kok]

Siemens S55 (2002)